Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 110 Departing from the Warcraft Mountains

"Good time!" The middle-aged man shouted, brandishing the machete and facing Jian Chen without any fear, but at this moment, his face had become serious.

"Ding ding ding!"

In the quiet alley, there was a series of tinkling sounds from the collision of weapons, while the bodies of Jian Chen and the middle-aged man were moving quickly in this narrow alley. Jian Chen used the strength of a mid-level great saint to face a mid-level saint master, and in a head-to-head fight, he didn't lose the slightest bit.

Jian Chen's body was light and nimble, and he was constantly moving around the middle-aged man like a ghost, while the silver-white light wind sword in his hand continuously turned into silver-white light and pierced towards the middle-aged man in different directions. The throat of the middle-aged man, and the machete in the middle-aged man's hand has been sealed by him, constantly resisting Jian Chen's attack. At the beginning, the middle-aged man faced Jian Chen like a tide. The continuous and endless attacks occasionally had the ability to fight back, but as the speed of Jian Chen's swords continued to accelerate, gradually, the middle-aged man had lost the power to resist under Jian Chen's intensive storm-like attacks. Can only resist blindly.

It's not that the middle-aged man can't fight back, but that once he fights back, he may be pierced through the throat by the lightning-fast sword before his own attack lands on Jian Chen.

The forehead of the middle-aged man was already covered with fine beads of sweat. He never expected that a young man who looked only in his twenties would be so powerful. With the strength of his middle-level saint, he could They were almost overwhelmed, but what frightened the middle-aged man the most was that the young man's sword was too fast, not only the speed of stabbing was astonishingly fast, but also the frequency of the sword was frighteningly fast.

Now, the middle-aged man felt very regretful. If he had known that Jian Chen had such a powerful strength, he would not have followed up.

In the small alley, more than a dozen people looked dully at Jian Chen, who was fighting fiercely with the middle-aged man. They also did not expect that Jian Chen, who looked younger than them, actually had the same strength as himself. Even though they still have more than a dozen people, they can't get in in such a battle. Even if they go up rashly, they will die in vain. Although there are three people with the strength of great saints among them, but With the strength of their great sages, they can see this kind of battle clearly. With their eyesight, they can see at a glance that their boss has fallen, and he has no power to fight back after being beaten by Jian Chen. Blindly resisting, their lives can be said to be in danger at any time, even if they wait for others to rush forward, it will be useless, they will just die in vain, because they have no confidence at all that they can escape Jian Chen's lightning-fast sword.

After Jian Chen and the middle-aged man fought again for a few rounds, taking advantage of the gap blocked by the middle-aged man, the sharp light in Jian Chen's eyes flashed away, his right arm suddenly shook, and it stretched out like lightning. Driven by it, the light wind sword held in his hand turned into a silver-white ray and stabbed towards the middle-aged man's throat. In an instant, it came to the middle-aged man's throat. Since the middle-aged men fought, the fastest stabbing sword.

The middle-aged man paled in horror. Faced with this extremely fast sword, he almost completely lost any ability to dodge and resist. The speed of this sword is really too fast. In the eyes of the middle-aged man, the power of this sword The speed has reached an unbelievable level, and it is completely beyond his ability to dodge.

The middle-aged man's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and just when he thought he was bound to die, when the silver-white light wind sword just touched his throat, its forward momentum stopped abruptly. The moment stopped suddenly, and the sharp point of the sword just touched the middle-aged man's throat.

Although the Qingfeng Sword did not pierce the middle-aged man's throat, the middle-aged man still felt that he had difficulty breathing, and there was a sharp pain in his throat from the place pointed by the sword tip, as if his own It looked like his throat had been cut by a sword.

The middle-aged man kept his original posture and stood there blankly. Now he didn't even dare to move, for fear that if he made a slight movement, the bright silver sword would stab him mercilessly. into his throat, and on the face of the middle-aged man, fine cold sweat was already covered.

"Big... big... hero... hero, spare your life... hero, please, next time... next time, I will never dare to offend the hero again." The middle-aged man looked at him with fearful eyes Jian Chen begged for mercy with a trembling tone. With his worth and life in the hands of the other party, the middle-aged man can no longer care about his own face and Jian Chen is much younger than himself. In his opinion, as long as he can get back this Even if he kneels down to Jian Chen, it is not impossible.

Jian Chen stared at the middle-aged man calmly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then he slowly put his sword back and stood up, and said in a flat tone: "I am in a good mood today, and I don't want to start killing. From now on, you should take care of yourself and don't let me meet you again." You are still in this business, and here is so close to the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, with your strength, it is more than enough to hunt down some low-level Demonic Beasts." After leaving these words, Jian Chen strode away from this small alley.

"Yes, yes, we must obey the orders of the heroes, and we will never do this in the future." The middle-aged man said quickly, looking at him, it seemed that he dared not disobey Jian Chen's orders in the slightest . .

When Jian Chen's figure disappeared into the small alley, the middle-aged man let out a long breath, reached out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, now when recalling the moment of life and death, the middle-aged man felt There was a burst of fear, just now, my own life was hanging by a thread, and it was almost over.

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After leaving the small alley, Jian Chen walked through several streets, and then found a hotel to stay. At night, Jian Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a white stone the size of a fist in his hand to study.

"What the hell is this thing? It looks like a stone, but its material is a little different from stone. It's iron, but it's a little different from iron." Staring at the size of a fist in his hand, the weight is in vain Jin's strange white stone, Jian Chen's full of doubts.

At the beginning, it was the strangeness of the two light spots, one purple and one blue, in Jian Chen's dantian that aroused Jian Chen's interest in this white stone. At that time, Jian Chen clearly felt that the two light spots in his dantian were incredible. There were mood swings similar to excitement and joy, but from the moment he bought this white stone, the two spots of light, one purple and one blue in his dantian, fell silent again, and returned to their previous state. Even holding the white stone in his hand could not cause any change in the two light spots in the dantian.

And regarding this strange white stone, Jian Chen didn't know its origin at all. Even though he had read many books on various aspects in the library of the college, he still didn't find any news about the white stone.

Jian Chen held the white stone in his hand and looked at it for a long time. Apart from knowing that this white stone is very hard, he didn't gain anything. Even if he soaked it in water or burned it with fire, he couldn't change the white stone at all. In the end, Jian Chen had no choice but to put the white stone in the space belt again.

Then Jian Chen once again observed the two light spots, one purple and one blue, that lived in his dantian. The situation of these two light spots is the same as before, quietly entrenched there, without the slightest movement. Although these two light spots dwell in Jian Chen's dantian, Jian Chen has nothing to do with them, he can't even get close to them, he can only look at them from a distance, because around the purple and blue light spots, there are A mysterious power guards. Once Jian Chen wants to get close, he will be hindered by this mysterious power. Moreover, this mysterious power is very powerful. With Jian Chen's current ability, he still cannot break through this power. Therefore, The area around the two light spots, one purple and one blue, was completely a forbidden area for Jian Chen.

"Ah!" Jian Chen secretly sighed, now that such an accident happened to his dantian, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

This night, Jian Chen did not practice as usual, but fell asleep on the bed. It has been two or three months since he left the Gesun Kingdom. Tonight is his first time in the past few months. sleep once.

Sleeping is undoubtedly to replenish the gods that have been consumed too much during the day, and Jian Chen's gods are already powerful, as long as he does not use the two abilities that consume too much on the gods, such as using the gods to control the sword and controlling the light holy power, he can completely recover for a few days. He didn't sleep at night, and in the past he practiced every night, and during the cultivation, his spirit could also recover quickly. Therefore, Jian Chen has never slept in the past few months, and it can't have any influence on it.

Early the next morning, Jian Chen woke up refreshed, then opened the window to look at the early morning scenery outside, breathed in the fresh morning air, and sighed: "I haven't slept for several months. I forgot what it's like to sleep, and now I realize that sleeping is so comfortable!"

Afterwards, Jian Chen paid the bill and left the hotel directly, then went to buy a good horse, rode on the horse and rushed towards the location agreed with Kent.

The place where the flame mercenaries gathered was still the dim hut, and at the same time, this hut was also the common resting place for the eight of them. A small mercenary group like the flame mercenaries simply did not have enough funds to buy them. It is a large-scale house, so we can only live together in this small place.

When he came to the hut, Jian Chen fixed the horse rope. When he was about to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened. A thin young man opened the door. He didn't seem to be much older than Jian Chen, but Shi Ran was the servant of Lie Yan. Apart from Jian Chen, the youngest person in the regiment - Xiaodao.

A faint smile appeared on Jian Chen's face, and he said, "Xiaodao, are you going out?"

Xiaodao chuckled, and said: "I heard the sound of horseshoes, so I knew it was you who came, didn't I come to open the door for you, come in, Jian Chen, everyone is waiting for you."